My Dearest Jane,
I felt when I first met you some that though our lives are hopelessly separated by distance, language, custom, and habits of personal hygiene, I instantly felt a sort of connection to you, as though we could be the same species. Then a feeling of love came over me of such extraordinary energy and passion that I knew I must attempt to convey these feelings in a letter to you. There was much excitement in my village when I told my hominoidean friends of this task and everyone has urged me to continue in my quest.
Unfortunately, I have not yet acquired a sufficient English vocabulary--beyond gruntingly repeating everything I hear--that would facilitate the writing of such a letter. Luckily I have recently met a kind, elderly gentleman who possesses an extraordinary facility with the English language who has agreed to translate my feelings to you in such a way as would impress and delight you. Please read the following poem I have written for you and know that the words are not adequate to express the feelings of love that I have for you.
Yours Forever,
Tarzan
No happiness I fear is found
Among these trees of green
Twixt flowing brook and twink'ling stars
I can't but shudder at the scene
I find no joy in climbing trees
The sun, it brings no light
I walk upon the mossy ground
And start to cry out at the sight
The world is gray, no birds sing out
And happiness is vain
For I have found I miss you so,
My love, my joy, my Jane